Pro boxer (poesi, dylikt)
Don’t need no fancy words to explain this..
As you punched your fist into my soul and let it bleed
No one other could have done it at a swifter speed
It’s nice to see that you’re an athlete by creed
That last one must have felt like doing a good deed
Pro-boxer, my blue eye shuts as it swells
The pain resting, lingers, dwells
Just listen to the story my bruises tell
Pay-per-view couldn’t have gotten a better deal
Friend, you reach for my gut, the only way out now is to kneel
Humiliated to the point where one cannot heal
The marks within are still left with your seal
All holding tickets are anticipating gore
And though I’m naïve, I know what you keep in store
Everything boils down to that first cut you tore
Pro-boxer, don't make another aim if you aren't sure
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ja jag leker bara :-)
inte rap, inte frågan om bars eller dylikt..
jadajada
men kommentarer om några uppskattas ju ändå
:-)
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